“But where is Marina?”
“She ran off with the servant, carrying with them all they could take.”
“And my husband?”
“He has gone away. No one knows where he has gone to.”
“My God, my God! And the duke? You ought to know him, for it was at his house I believe I saw you.”
“At the Duchess of Almanzas? Indeed, this lady sometimes commissioned me to distribute her charities. She has departed for Andalusia, with all her family, and her husband.”
“Thus, I am alone, abandoned by all,” cried the invalid; “but the recollections of the past come back in a crowd on my memory.”
“Am I not here?” said the good sister of charity, entwining her arms around Maria; “If they had let me know sooner, your present condition would have been less grave.”
A hoarse cry escaped from the breast of the Gaviota.
“Pepe! The bull! Medianoche! Pepe! Dead! Ah!”